"What can you tell me?"
[That's what we say to each other when we get home from work.]
K sat there a moment, thinking.
"Nothing," he said. "Not one thing."
"Yeah," I returned. "You've been working too hard and so have I."
"Ack! We're not even interesting anymore!" he cried. "What did we used to do that made us interesting?"
I drew a blank.
"Maybe we were never really very interesting," I said.
[Oh, The Joys - now with more Optimism!]
"Okay," he said, "what did we do that made us think we were interesting?"
My thoughts wandered back to the time when he and I got to know each other.
"You volunteered for Habitat, you played guitar... you had those index cards with vocabulary words on them... that was interesting."
"But I don't do any of those things anymore," he lamented.
[He was awfully cute with his index cards... but you should have seen him framing a Habitat house with his sweaty t-shirt clinging to his rippling... ]
After the kids went to bed, we headed for our computers.
[Because we are smokin' hot like that.]
K kept interrupting me to show me tricks to enhance the performance of Microsoft Excel.
[Yes, practicing building an amortization table. You heard that right.]
"What are you working on?" I finally asked him.
"I'm practicing building an amortization table," he told me.
"Come see," he said. "Let me show you."And do you know what I said?
"Baby, you're getting more interesting all the time."